This, at least, is a safer context in which to prowl the streets and eye strangers with a touch too much intensity. He is too horribly restless to stay in, and perhaps too much a danger, at this rate.

He knows how to heal the limp. He could go to Lumenwood, yes; or he could satisfy the hunger. It is deeply inadvisable, easy as it would be, to call any young person into the quiet of his library. It is deeply inadvisable to call Qrow, who knows too well how to hunt monsters.

In weaker moments, he thinks Qrow would allow him. It's a betrayal he will not commit.

Someone spots him in his lingering, and sweeps forward to speak with him: a civilian of no noteworthy blood. The young man is advertising some musical event. Ozpin makes polite conversation, but his attention plainly isn't in it. Darkbloods are rare among Sleepers, and profoundly rare among Night Walkers, and now that he has caught a scent he is inclined to follow it.

At the first opportunity, he slips away again into the warm darkness of the pleasure district, and resumes his hunt.